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scraemoo · 10 months ago
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Exploring Alex's Caves mod adventures (in creative because good lord they're far and I just wanted a peek):
Primordial Caves: woahh!! Dinosaurs! It's so majestic. Holy shit a volcano even O:
Magnetic caves: shiny ball oooo...what the hell are these things. Wh stoo stop scanning me what the fuck- A HOLOGRAM OF MY SKIN??
Abyssal Chasm: engulfed by the uncanny silence of the deep, accompanied by metallic sounds and red beams of the ones who watch. dear diary.....I am 100 blocks deep underneath the sea surface. I have seen things I am not supposed to. One believes that darkness is what most humans fear in young years and sometimes a life long, yet it's the unknown that crazes our minds and drains our hopes to the last dry drop. It's the uncertainty of what lies behind it. Or inside. I am inside too. Perhaps it's better to stay blind and be uncertain of the unknown sounds that accompany on every step in my last sanctuary. I see them through my window. I don't want to see them. I don't want to know who watches. I don't want to know who waits. I don't want to I don't want to I don
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the-odd-shu · 1 month ago
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Hey Hextech, is it gay to cuddle your co-workers?
A continuation of lab shenanigans.
Masterlist
Next part here!
Characters: Viktor, Jayce, Reader
(Jayce/Viktor/Reader) (POLYCULEEEE!)
A thread following the chaotic trio that is, laboratory illustrator!Reader, Viktor and Jayce being unsupervised in the lab.
Note; this takes place during season 1, and the reader is gender neutral with they/them pronouns.
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CONTAINS VIKTOR SPOILERS FOR SEASON 2!
There's only one couch in the lab.
There are three desks, four chairs, one whiteboard, boxes upon boxes of chalk, and only one couch.
The couch which Jayce is currently taking a cat nap on and taking up all of the room of. The lab lights are dim, and Jayce looks so comfortable, sprawled out on his back, with his boots still on his feet, whilst his legs hand off the end of the furniture because he's just that fucking tall. He has an arm slung over his eyes despite the low light, and he looks stupidly adorable.
Reader is half tempted to turn right back around and try to find somewhere else to take a power nap. They can't be bothered to lock up their desk, and walk all the way across the academy, and then all the way home to tumble into bed. And their desk is a no no, since hey always wake up with a painful crick in their neck and Viktor's knowing grin taunting them for their bad choices.
The couch looks tempting though... and can they really be bothered to go wandering around campus looking for somewhere comfortable to sleep until their meeting later? The answer is no. No they cannot.
Besides, Jayce finished with the council over three hours ago, so he's had plenty of time for undisturbed rest. And clearly, if he didn't want to share, than he would have put his sizeable salary into finding another couch for the lab already.
Decision made, and sleep tugging at their eyelids, they shrug off their jacket, yank off their boots and carefully sit on the very edge of the couch near Jayce's hip. The worn cushion barely gives under their weight it is so old and devoid of stuffing. How Jayce is deeply asleep on the thing and continues to choose to nap on it since it was brought in, they had no idea.
There's enough room for them to gingerly lay down parallel to Jayce's body on their side. They're so tired, they hardly care. Everything aches. And Viktor isn't around to tease them for essentially 'cuddling' Jayce, which they clearly were NOT! Their back was to the man after all, with the cotton of their shirt barely brushing his jacket sleeve.
If they stayed still, he might not even notice. And they could have their nap and slip away without anyone even-
A sharp inhale of breath at their back has their body stiffening like a deer in headlights. Their tired eyes bug wide, and yet they manage to keep from throwing themselves off of the couch and taking the stupid nap on the hard, cold floor instead. Maybe Jayce won't even notice. Maybe they can pretend to be asleep already.
"You're going to fall off that close to the edge."
And oh fuck... Jayce's voice is deep and slurred from sleep.
Their mind screeches to a hault, when the couch shifts violently, and then an arm is winding over their side to drag them backwards. Jayce does not pull them into his chest, but he does give them enough space to be laying on their side comfortably. He's rolled onto his side too, and has shifted back towards the backrest to create more room. He retracts his arm, and his breath evens out.
Reader's mind spins. Jayce is a touchy kind of guy. Always pressing a hand to their shoulder when commenting on a sketch, or leaning up against their back in the kitchen with a quiet apology when reaching for something in an hoverhead cupboard whilst they're waiting for the kettle to boil.
He does it to Viktor too, so Reader know's it is just Jayce being Jayce.
They fall asleep like that, one hand under their cheek, their back to Jayce with a respectful pinkies worth of space between them.
Of course they wake up tangled together. Jayce's arm somehow around Reader, keeping them from rolling off the edge of the couch. Their head is tucked up under his jaw, and his breaths slowly ghost across their ear. It is the most comfortable they've ever been whilst resting on this couch.
Viktor is at his desk, when they decide enough is enough and they REALLY have to get back to work. Jayce audibly grumbles as they untangle themselves, before rolling towards the backrest and putting his back to the rest of the lab.
Viktor scarcely looks up from his work before offering a simply, "ah, you're awake. When you've finished cuddling, mind helping me out with-?"
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Viktor falling asleep at his desk.
Reader and Jayce have been quietly arguing over what angle, they should draw of a new project.
Viktor snores when he sleeps. Soft, barely audible puffs of air that are only really noticable when the debate dies down whilst both sides take a moment to breath and gather their thoughts for another round.
The sound draws both sets of eyes to Viktor's desk. Where he has passed out on his notebook, cheek pressed down against the pages, arms limp at his sides, and his cane leaned up against the desk beside him within arms reach.
Wordlessly, both decide to put a metaphorical pin in the argument, whilst Jayce steps away from Reader's desk and begins unbuttoning his waist coat, which has somehow become the unoffical lab blanket. Not only because Jayce is all to happy to lend it to either of his colleagues, but because it is big and warm and everyone secretly loves waistcoat priviledges.
On quiet footsteps, Jayce crosses the room to drape it over the man's shoulders. He doesn't stir, and the other two get back to their playfully fighting just a tad quieter.
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Reader not having the keys to get back into the lab, so they sit down beside the doors in the corridor to wait for Viktor or Jayce to come back. Of course, they fall asleep slumped against the wall, and Viktor and Jayce rock up together to find them. Viktor sighs, very put out.
"If anyone saw this, they'd accuse us of abuse." He mutters to himself, rummaging in his pocket for his keys.
Jayce bends down to rouse reader who was having a surprisingly good nap. They refuse to get up and just curl up tighter.
"Come back in ten minutes." They negotiate sleepily.
And Jayce is torn. They look really comfortable, but they'll certainly be feeling sitting on the floor later, so he's reluctant to just leave them there without a cushion at least. Of course, Viktor is quick to prod him along.
"Come on Jayce!" Viktor prompts. "If they're going to be a brat, treat them like a brat."
Which Jayce interprets as scooping Reader up into his arms instead of leaving them out in the hall with the lab door left unlocked.
Of course Reader wakes up immediately. Demanding to be put down, and squirming, Jayce just grins and hauls them inside whilst Viktor shakes his head at their stupid display. Jayce then unceremoniously dumping reader on the couch, and as tradition at this point, shrugs off his jacket to throw at their head.
"We should probably invest in a blanket." Reader grumbles, spreading the jacket over them as best they can before snuggling down.
Viktor deadpans. Somehow, he doesn't think the sentiment will stick for long. Not with his own secret love of waking up wrapped in Jayce's waistcoat, and not with Reader's visible relaxing form under the weight of the jacket, and not with the stupidly soft look Jayce is looking down at them with.
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Reader who drags Jayce down by his shirt collar or the lapels of his waistcoat to press a kiss to his forehead.
Reader who exclusively kisses Viktor's moles. As a rule they kiss both of them in farewell after a long day. On under his eye, and the other above the corner of his lip.
Reader who then has to go back to Jayce to bestow him with his second kiss because otherwise he pouts and demands that you play fair.
They're not dating yet...
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Lying in Jayce's bed after a rare evening of leaving the lab early. Sitting elbow to elbow up against the pillows, all three of them are reading books, and have changed into their night wear, with Jayce in the middle and Reader and Viktor on either side. Mainly because Jayce tends to roll a lot and will roll OFF the bed if given the chance, and Viktor needs easy access to his cane or brace at all times.
It is Reader who breaks the silence without looking up from their book. "Would you guys still love me if I were a worm?"
They feel two sets of judgemental eyes turn to zero in on them. So they play it cool and neatly turn a page. Their partners exchange confused looks.
"If it were humanly possible," Jayce started slowly, "maybe?"
"Absolutely not." Viktor firmly added.
Reader sets down their book offended. "Maybe?" They parrot back to Jayce, and then turn on Viktor who meets their gaze with a frown. "Flat out no!? Do you two even love me?"
"Of course." Viktor says calmly, "but if you happened to turn into a worm, I would not be best suited to offer you a comfortably, inhabitable environment, what with my long work hours and dangerous research. Therefore, it would be kinder to set your worm-self free, and let us both move on with our lives."
Reader stares back at him in betrayal.
"So you don't love me."
Viktor rolls his eyes at their dramatics.
Jayce tries to soothe them. "Well, look at it this way, it won't happen, so you won't have to worry about it-"
"Jayce, you both work with MAGIC!" Reader points out. "You have somehow turned magic into a power supply. There is a whole rune dictionary, and thousands of untold combinations that might very well turn the right candidate into a worm."
Jayce is at a loss for words.
Viktor sits back against his pillow and returns his attention to his book, "I still stand by my earlier statement."
Reader tsks and returns to their book to. "For the record, I'd build you both mud homes and take you everywhere with me. It wouldn't matter if you looked different, because you'd still be you deep down."
Jayce looks suddenly touched, and Viktor's hard expression softens a little.
"That is, surprisingly sweet, for such a weird conversation." The latter mutters, whilst Jayce leans in to land a firm kiss to Reader's forehead.
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BONUS AND SPOILER FOR SEASON 2:
For some reason, Jayce dragged Reader down into the Hexgate basement before the final fight, getting them to help him pull out all the batteries from the core whilst shit goes down on the surface.
And of course, final form Viktor comes to find them in all his robed, mysterious glory.
Jayce and Viktor having a fun little back and forth.
Reader: looking at final form Viktor with wide eyes.
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Reader: flushing under his intense golden gaze and ducking their head, fighting tooth and nail to keep from tucking their hair behind their ear like a school girl with a crush.
Final form Viktor: visibly amused, as he always was in the lab whenever he thought they were being stupid.
Jayce with horror in his voice as he follows Viktor's gaze to Reader: "No! Please tell me you're not thinking what I know you're thinking!"
Reader with visible guilt as they throw up both hands and motion to all of Viktor's tall, god-like glory: "WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME? HE'S HOT, AND HE'S VIKTOR! AND I AM MERELY A MORTAL!"
Jayce: "He is trying to kill us!"
Reader: "So? He looks hot doing it!"
Jayce: "Just focus! Please?!"
Reader: "Then tell him to conceal his itty bitty waist. I cannot focus right now, Jayce!"
Viktor: tilting his head as an unnatural angle with fondness in his voice. "It is refreshing to find that you still find my form appealing, even after such unnatural change."
Jayce just watching on in dismay: ...
Reader turning on him: "I TOLD you I'd still love you both if you turned into worms."
Viktor snorts in the background, whilst Jayce goes through the five stages of grief. He settles on dismay and points his corrupted hammer at Viktor's new form: "THAT is some sort of Eldritch being. THAT is VERY different to a fucking WORM, Y/n!"
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lgbtlunaverse · 20 days ago
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Anyway. Isn't it fun how every single fusion jasper is in results in her being hurt both physically and mentally?
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anbaisai · 2 months ago
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I had a vision and a mission to create Mayu bonk
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Also bonus faster version because I found it just as funny 😭
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HEL P ME TATO AHHAHFHSDJFHSKJMSFDHDFS OH MY GOD YOU EVEN ANIMATED IT- AND THE SPED UP VERSION (extra rage) JFSDFKSDFKSD I'm crying the pure Menace in that unwavering :) smile, truly the magical girl of all time 😭😭
This is what happens when you put a girl through seven overblots for real 😭😭😭 She'll smack the blot out of you with her hammer magic wand if she has to, maybe even if she doesn't...
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sasaleletrebol · 24 days ago
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This song is so gay gay homosexual gay gay.
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disconox · 4 months ago
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I NEED TO DRAW I NEED TO DRAW I NEED TO DRAW I NEED TO DR
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heniareth · 2 years ago
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It's interesting to note how the Tabris Origin, which involves a wedding, kidnapping and attempted sexual harassment, and fighting your way through an estate full of guards, is the Origin where gender plays a huge role in what story you experience. M!Tabris will always storm the castle coming to the rescue of his cousin and his betrothed, while F!Tabris will always have to fight her way out because the men in her life can't fully protect her (Nelaros dies, Soris literally hands her the sword, Cyrion is powerless to stop the abduction. Okay, this may be a little unfair to Soris who does fight side by side with Tabris and counsels caution the same way regardless of Tabris's gender). I'd go so far as to say that Tabris is the only Origin where the gender of your PC has a definite impact on the story.
TLDR to the rant in the tags: Tabris is constrained on all sides by being an elf, by their gender, in part by their family, and by society at large (both the Alienage and the wider city).
#bumble our guys are occupying my mind again. the origin defines their roles and experiences so#a lot has been said about the superficial equality of men and women in dragon age: they are equal from a legal point of view#both can become soldiers inherit or assume a position of political and social authority#but that's pretty much it#that experiment aside i think for the tabris story it's interesting. tabris is so contrained#don't go out of the alienage at night. don't anger the shem#don't carry weapons. don't insult them. live in squalor & misery with no hopes of social mobility. get married to a person you don't know#this happens to you because you are an elf. and this happens to you because you are playing as a man or a woman#the other origin where gendered violence might crop up is brosca and idk to what extent bc i haven't had much contact with f!brosca's story#but it would be just like beraht to make weird comments. aeducan gets a weird comment by trian too but that's it#but the alienage is a pressure cooker and the violence dealt unto its inhabitants has a perverse amount of nuance#unlike the circle which is another pressure cooker but a different one the alienage has a better life and more opportunities paraded in#*front of its inhabitants at every waking hour. the mages don't have that jarring contrast (they are reminded of how bad they have it in#*other ways but violence is much easier to normalize in closed communities. there is a reason uldred was able to stoke a rebellion after#*having been at ostagar. one taste of fresh air and that stuffy tower must've been hell awaiting. even wynne takes ger first chance to gtfo#the alienage however knows with striking clarity what it doesn't have. and that hurts. that stings. this ramble went way off track#but my main point is that tabris is constrained on all sides while at the same time having a better life dangled in front of their nose#*every single waking hour. no wonder their origin ends in massacre at their hands#the dam has broken loose. the water is finally cooking over and the pressure cooker explodes#tabris has a body count comparable to that of a seasoned criminal (brosca) and of a knight defending their invaded home (cousland)#which is freaking impressive if you ask me#dragon age#dao#dragon age origins#tabris#warden tabris#f!tabris#m!tabris#astala tabris
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thegempage · 6 months ago
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the stories. that live in my head. unwritten. y'all have no idea
#little rock.txt#unless you've talked to me for long enough. but that's bcus i don't shut up#anyway. thinking about my unfinished cotl fanfic that i want to get around to at some point#about the lamb coping with being the last sheep by refusing to let their cultists stay dead#and how narinder - former god of death - would view them and their resurrection and their preachings of death#and another one that i had the beginnings of but lost at some point#(the latter being about how there is no such thing as a peaceful transfer of power#and how being the lamb in a story means you will die or become a wolf in your own right)#and also my whole oblivion story.#what if you were supposed to be a hero but you knew what was going to happen#and so you put off the inevitable. ran side quests. watched the world carry on peacefully#as peacefully as it can in the wake of the emperor's death -- but oh what will await them when you take the first step?#you become the leader of the fighter's guild and hope your job does not take you to the monastery you're avoiding#you watch a mage's guild burn and know the fires of oblivion will one day spread throughout the land#you make yourself a daedric prince in your own right and know it will not be enough to save him one day. that you will always fail.#that no matter what you do or who you save or who you become there will be a day everything crumbles and you will have to save what you can#the amulet of kings burns a hole in your pocket as you slaughter your siblings of the dark brotherhood#you bend the rules of the universe for immortality and yet there are things you cannot change. no matter how much you want to.
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m00nj3w3l · 9 months ago
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I'm not even a fan (I never finished the show but anyway), but Mappa cancelling the YOI movie has got to be the stupidest move I've seen in a couple years if I'm being all the more honest
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grackles · 1 year ago
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The white house is still without a speaker? Good. Shut up.
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erigold13261 · 2 years ago
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📢Psychonauts NSR AU, Chapter 13: One Final Rock Song To Play📢
Milla and Sasha couldn’t believe on what had happened. Ford was Vision Quest, the output was forty-seven, and why did Gristol say that they were the new ‘king’ and ‘queen’? There were so many questions and so little answers.
“Oh Ford… you are that easy to fool.” Gristol spoke.
“Gristol, great… it’s you.” Ford responded with slight annoyance.
“You guys know each other?” Milla asked.
“Of course I did.” Gristol responded. He then turned to Ford. “You were perfect. Your rock was unstoppable!” He spoke. “But then you decided to go EDM. Well take a look around.” Gristol taunted as he pointed to the office. “Look at this, EDM no longer has a place here. Not anymore!” Gristol chuckled. “The age of EDM is over. Rock rules this city now!” He said. That made Milla think, that phrase… it was very similiar to how she heard it.
'The age of Rock is over. EDM rules this city.’
Milla knew that.
“Oh nice flattering, we saw the readings. The energy output those two produced is the same as ours.” Ford responded as he pointed to the rockers.
“The energy output? Who cares about the energy output?” Gristol dryly asked.
“I do!” Milla responded with anger.
“Yeah! We started this revolution for that reason.” Sasha replied.
“Oh boo frickity boo hoo hoo. What matters most is that we get to see how much of an idiot Ford is.” Gristol answered. Milla’s heart felt like a knife just grazed it. Was that his goal?
“Eat dirt you sack of potatoes.” Ford spoke. Gristol turned to him, and clearly was going to gaslight her.
“Don’t you understand how bad you’ve treated me, Vision?” Gristol asked. “I used to be your biggest number one fan! I supported you threw thick and thin! Everyone turned their backs on you when Septentrion disbanded, but I didn't… I stayed with you! That is how rock matters to me. That’s how much you mattered to me! And after all of that… …you gave up. You just gave up and took the easy way out. You abandoned what made you matter.” Gristol explained. “It was an insult to everything I believed in! You took my heart, broke it, and threw it in the garbage can.” Gristol continued. “Was my loyalty nothing to you? Not even the slightest bit?” Gristol asked.
“Ok, listen here Gristol. I don’t and never had gave a damn about you, got that? I. Owe. You. Nothing. And if that won’t make you listen, then I got two words for you buddy. Buzz. Off.” Ford responded. This made Gristol angry, but he kept his cool and went to use his tablet. Suddenly…
“Warning. NSR Satellite de-orbiting sequence initiated. Inbound in 900 seconds.” A robotic voice spoke.
“What did you do?” Ford asked.
“I was going to save this for a more meaningful day. But I felt like that this would be the 'meaningful day’ instead.” Gristol responded as he turned his head around.
“Gristol… what did you do?!” Milla asked.
“Oh nothing much, just look at the window.” Gristol responded as he pointed to the window. That is when Milla and Sasha look at horror. The NSR Satellite was heading towards tower.
“See? I’ve set NSR’s own satellite to plunge right into this tower.” Gristol responded.
“You… you WHAT?!” Milla responded in horror.
“Gristol. Fix this. Now. Or I swear to god I will—”
“Too late. The coordinates are locked in.” Gristol coldly responded. “I can’t do anything even if I wanted to… this is not one of these moments.” He dryly responded. Everyone was stunned by what Gristol had said. Sasha was shocked, Ford was angered, and Milla… well, she was surprised.
“Warning. NSR Satellite is re-entering the atmosphere.” The robotic voice spoke.
“Oh look at that face of yours. It is nothing but an expression of utter hopelessness.” Gristol responded as he took a picture of Ford’s face. “Now you know how it feels to be ditched, like me.” He spoke. “Ah, the scent of poetic justice. Now come on you guys, let’s leave this building… and watch Ford Cruller die inside.” Gristol said. That made Milla knew that it was wrong… this wasn’t supposed to happen. She wouldn’t leave someone to die. She had to do the right thing.
“No.” Milla spoke.
“Excuse me?” Gristol asked as he stopped.
“You heard me. No.” Milla replied. “What we are doing… is wrong.” She said.
“What do you mean by 'wrong’? This is exactly what we had set to do. To end NSR once and for all.” Kliff spoke.
“This is what YOU wanted. We agreed to end NSR’s ruling, but we didn’t agree to obliterate its tower!” Milla responded.
“But Milla, haven’t you forgotten your fans?” Kliff asked. “They all want you to destroy NSR! Remember, if we completely remove NSR from this landscape, you will gain total control over Vinyl City!” Gristol explained. Milla froze at that line. Total control. That wasn’t part of the deal… and she knew what 'total control’ meant.
“But… but we’ll be repeating history.” Milla responded.
“What did you say?” Gristol asked surprised.
“We’ve became the very thing we stood against. We’re doing exactly what NSR was doing.” Milla explained. “We're… the new NSR.” Milla spoke. Then suddenly, Milla realized it and it was true. What she and Sasha were doing… was exactly what NSR was doing. “Oh… oh no.” Milla spoke as she realized.
“Milla, you’re overthinking this, man! Eradicating NSR is the right thing to do! Don’t you understand?” Gristol snapped.
“Shut it you hacking weasel! I’m done listening to you! And if that won’t make you listen, then I got two words for you buddy. Buzz. Off.” Milla spoke, to which Ford was surprised what she said. Milla turned to Sasha. “Sasha! We need to stop that satellite. This is probably dangerous, but I understand that if you would rather—”
“I’m in. I’m going with you.” Sasha responded. Milla smiled at that response.
“Good. Now a plan of action.” Milla spoke. She turned to Ford, who had an idea.
“The only way to stop the satellite that is by getting my artists reclaiming their districts. Then we’ll have enough power to repel that satellite.” Ford explained.
“Got it.” Milla said as she and Zuke boarded on the lift.
“I need some time to ensure the safety of my personnel and evacuate them from this building. Can you two handle the districts first?” Ford explained.
“We can. You can count on us!” Milla replied. Gristol was not going to let them side with their 'rivals’. And immediately hurried to the three.
“You guys won’t succeed! Your fans will make sure of it!” Gristol spoke. This caused Ford to stop the lift, and lower it… and well…
*THWACK*
“Ow!” Gristol said as he winced in pain by getting a kick in… a certain area.
When Ford, Milla, and Sasha made it to the top, Sasha and Milla reached to the helicopter to control.
“Once you’s reached the districts, head to the Grand Qwasa and rock you’re instruments, okay?!” Ford explained.
“I think I know where you’re going with this!” Sasha responded.
“Good, then good luck then!” Ford responded as the two flew off.
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The first stop B2J made was Dream Fever, Lucky’s district. Looking down, they saw that there was spray paint of their faces, their symbol, their bandname. They saw the statues were ruined… the paintings were fine. But they knew what they did was wrong. The two looked and saw that the satellite was falling. That is when Milla got a text when they reached the Evenfall Gallery.
“Milla! Sasha! You need to stop this! You’re throwing away everything that we’ve accimplished!” It read. It was from Gristol. Milla turned her phone off and the two landed.
When they landed, they saw robots that had their faces spray painted on and that a generator was absorbing energy, and that the Evenfall Gallery was surrounded by a force field. Milla and Sasha defeated most of the robots and played their music, which changed their powers. Releasing Dream Fever. Suddenly, Lucky appeared.
“Okay, the district is mine, Sasha! Go help the others!” Lucky spoke. The two rockers nodded and boarded the helicopter to the next site.
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The next stop was Metro Division, 1010’s district. The satellite was sort of nearer. Milla saw how all of the pretty faces of 1010 were ruined, and all of the machines were acting out of control. The next text Milla was from Gristol.
“Why are you siding with NSR? Don’t you remember what they did to this city?!” It read. Milla turned off her phone again as the two landed.
Once again, they defeated most robots, destroyed a generator which freed Barracca Mansion from it’s control, where Captain Oleander was waiting for them.
“Area is secured! You’re cleared! Go! Go! Go!” Captain Oleander ordered. Milla and Sasha saluted to the captain as the two boarded the helicopter.
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The third stop was Natura, Lili’s district. The flowers were wilting, the plants were in poor quality, and the satellite was a bit closer, all because of them. The text that Gristol had sent had arrived.
“Guys, you’re smarter than this. Ford is only using you!” It read. Milla turned it off. And the two landed.
This time, all of the robots were destroyed, and the generator was broken, as well as the shield that freed Natura Concert Hall. To which Lili appeared.
“Thank you Bunk Bed Junction! You’re not that bad at all!” Lili bowed. Milli and Sasha couldn’t help but chuckle at what she said. The two boarded the helicopter and arrived at the next district.
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The next district was Akusuka, Raz’s district. The satellite drew nearer and nearer and the lights weren’t shining anymore. And the Kura Kura Stream Hub was faintly shining. Milla got another text.
“Think of your legacy! Do you want to be known as the biggest failures of Vinyl City?!” It read. The two landed, ignoring the text.
The two defeated some robots, and were able to free the Kura Kura Stream Hub from it’s shield. To which Raz arrived, cheering them on.
“Go Bunk Bed Junction! You can do this!” Raz cheered as he gave a peace sign. The two smiled at his response. When they boarded the helicopter to their next destination.
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Cast Tech was the next stop, and it was DJ CCC’s district. They saw how heavily damaged it was. Every image of DJ CCC was torn off, the statue was painted with reds and greens, they knew they had to stop this and that the satellite was building level close. Then a text arrived.
“Milla, I’m sorry, I really need to talk to you. Please.” The text read. Milla ignored it, and the two hopped off.
There was very little of robots and that the generator was easily broken by their music. And when it was freed, DJ CCC arrived.
“Seems that you Plutonians aren’t that bad. But now’s not the time to stay. Head to the Grand Qwasa. Hurry!” DJ CCC ordered.
The two headed to the helicopter. And went to their last stop.
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The last stop, the Grand Qwasa. Milla and Sasha saw that the satellite was closer. And that a text from Gristol arrived.
“I WON’T LET YOU DO THIS!!!” It read. Milla had enough. And immediately deleted Gristol’s contact. After that, the two landed.
This time, they saw Gristol face to face.
“I don’t want to do this, but you left me no choice!” Gristol said as he summoned many robots.
They were hard to beat, as if the more robots they beat, the more harder it becomes. Cause every robot defeated, another is summoned. It was hard but that is when Milla heard a familiar voice.
Milla turned around and saw that Ford was back… alongside with his guitar. That is when… he playing the loudest riff ever, it was so loud that knocked out not only every robot, but it also knocked out Gristol as well.
“Thanks!” Milla responded.
“No problem, now hurry! Quick, you two! Get on the Grand Qwasa!” Ford ordered as the two hurried to the Grand Qwasa.
When they got to the Grand Qwasa, they saw everyone.
DJ Cold Comet Crispin, Raz, Lili, Captain Oleander, and Lucky… as of now. It was just the power of the two rockers, it was the power… of seven.
“There’s only one thing left to do.” Sasha spoke.
“Indeed. Come on everybody! We got to do this!” Milla said as she told the rockers.
“Bunka!” They started…
“Junka!” They prepared…
“Shakalaka!” They knew…
“BAM!” They rocked…
And suddenly, the NSR tower. Began to change shape by collecting many buildings. It turned into an arm, which in turned into a rocking formation, which when the satellite was close… the building struck it, causing the satellite to explode. Saving the people of Vinyl City.
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bylightofdawn · 2 years ago
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Writing this Cody and Rex reunion has me going absolutely feral. I am legit listening to my sad romance breakup/makeup playlist on Spotify.
Not because I'm shipping Codex here but the vibes its the vibes of this scene.
No one warned Cody that Rex was alive because they either didn't know (Slick) or just assumed he'd been told (Echo and Gregor)
Meanwhile Rex knew and legit hauled ass from the other end of the galaxy but hasn't allowed himself to really believe it until he actually saw Cody.
I might vibrate through time and space because the emotions I am experiencing while writing this scene is gonna send me into another dimension. I just love my Rex and Cody reunion scenes which is why I wrote that purely self-indulgent post Geonosis Cody lands on planet after the battle trying to keep his shit together while trying to find out of Rex survived his first battle without him.
Which...Imma go re-read real quick so I can make some call backs cause ugh that fic also gives me all the feels.
EDIT: Ahahahaahahh I'd FORGOTTEN I'd written Slick into Dulce so it's kinda a perfect linear circle
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winepresswrath · 2 years ago
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From like 2010 to 2015ish MOST of the tv I watched was Korean dramas and I haven't watched one in years but you INSTANTLY brought me back with that post it is SO specific the way they say cheona lol
so specific, so consistent! you hear that tone and you immediately know you're gonna start advocating for absolute rule in your heart within the next two minutes.
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yeslordmyking · 2 years ago
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I'm here to announce that you should absolutely not start a new game with an 8 Sim household and only $24,009 simoleons.
Like, don't
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heritageposts · 5 months ago
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I'm writing again to bring attention to the GFM campaign of @nourfamily1989, a mother of five in Gaza.
Since the last update, the situation for Nour and her family has gotten a lot worse. The area they've been seeking refuge in has been subject to intense bombing, and they've had to flee again in the middle of the night, with no idea where to go or what awaits them.
The despair Nour is describing is heartbreaking:
We see death every day, every minute, and every second??? We can no longer endure all this suffering, and my children are no longer children. Rather, they have become adults. After all this suffering, they have not taken any of their rights. Rather, they have lost their lowest rights. They have to bear what no grown-up person could bear. How long will all this torment and destruction that we live in?? Every day we move from place to place and we do not know where to go and where to go. There is no safe place for us. Every place is targeted and there is no safety. Please help my children from this bitter torment. Please save us from this destruction. There is no home. There is no future for my children. All their dreams are shattered.
Nour has repeatedly said on her blog that she hates having to ask for help, but that, for the sake of her children, she no longer has a choice.
Let's make sure her pleas now don't go unanswered.
You can make a big difference to the family even with a small donation. If you can't donate, then please help by sharing.
Donation link (GFM)
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For vetting info, see this post by @/killy.
Over the course of a week, we've been able to raise a little over $5,000. Let's aim to reach the next $5,000 milestone as soon as possible, so that if the Rafah crossing reopens in the near future, the family will have the funds necessary to evacuate.
Currently: $14,240 / $20,000
Total GFM goal: $90,000
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masculinemotorcycleman · 5 months ago
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im on this camp and i got two people to download tumblr just by talking about it wtf
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